Waiter Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Says the owner of the roadside eatery
For each day of work you'll be paid fifty
But more could be your take home keep
If you serve them well earn their tips.

Your polite bow a courteous smile
Showing you care all the while
Helping them to feel quite at home
Could get your pocket extra income.

Treat them well if you treat them must
Wear a face that breeds their trust
Will do you good if you are sweet
Help them pick the best to eat.

Fifty rupees will be your day's salary
But dimes in dozens would pour freely
When you don't just serve them food and water
But present yourself as a caring waiter.